Birds and Shit

A whole bunch of years ago G and I rented kayaks at Puddledockers in Ithaca, NY. After setting us up with paddles and life jackets, the outfitter, a bored college kid, pointed to the right and said, “If you go this way, you’ll end up on the lake (Cayuga); if you go this way (left) you’ll see birds and shit.”

We went left. We like birds and shit.

This morning we went back to the Ding Darling Nature Preserve and rented kayaks. We toured it yesterday on bikes. I think I liked the kayaks better. Fish practically jumped into our yaks. Ospreys hovered overhead, then dove head first into the water trying to spear those same flying fish. G saw a turtle and some starfish. I saw watery trees reflected in still water.

We paddled a marked kayak trail through mangroves and at one point I got so close to a big heron I could have easily touched it. (It freaked me out, actually.) It is unnerving when a big, quiet, notoriously shy bird like that allows a person to get so close without taking off.

It is our last day here. Tomorrow we will be in Airport World. It has been a good getaway. We are both agreed that our time in the nature preserve was our best time here. Sanibel is a beautiful island. The water is soft and swimmable. There are plenty of good restaurants. But the best part is that 60% of the island is a nature preserve.

It has very good birds and shit. 

  

This Getaway Brought To You By The Letter “B”

Everyone has their own recipe for the perfect getaway. Here’s mine::

B is for Beach. 

This morning we took a long walk down the beach to the lighthouse. This beach is famous for its shells, so much so that people walking along, looking down, are known for their slouching posture, named the “Sanibel Stoop.” G was guilty of this poture, but not me. I strode along with perfect posture looking for…

  
B is for Birds

I especially loved the pelicans. They are so graceful in flight but they land like a US Airways pilot (i.e. clumsily and hard!) But then we spied this pink-footed and beaked lovely. Who can identify her?

  
B is for Books

I finished Resilience on the plane and started this one today. It’s okay. Nothing that I didn’t know and hadn’t already read in Seth Godin’s Linchpin. I have another non-fiction book in my bag, and a novel. I think I’ll start the novel tomorrow. I brought Euphoria, which Emily is reading at the moment, too.

  
B is for Bikes

After lunch we went exploring on the rental bikes our condo provides. Destination? Pinocchio’s for ice cream (I got gelato.) No need for gears. No hand brakes either. Made me nostalgic for the Schwinn I had as a kid. Fun.

  
B is for Beer

G loves to try new beers. She picked up a craft-pack at the grocery store the first day. (A craft-pack is a selection of individual bottles.) We have a late dinner reservation tonight so we are having appetizers here at the condo now, and we just split this:

  
I prefer Porters or Stouts, but this isn’t bad.

“B” is also for Blogging and Big Naps which I also enjoy  during these little adventures but they are harder to take pictures of. So for now, I’ll say…

BYE.

A Slow Day, with snow

A little fresh snow, light and fluffy, is a joy on a winter day.  We got a few inches overnight, and then a little more during the day.

I am slow these past days with no caffeine to jolt me, no wine to mellow me out, no sugar to jazz me.  There is something rather nice about this slowness, even though it feels very peculiar.

I wrote.  Did some laundry.  Paid some bills.  Walked Boomer.  And watched birds.

The Eliminator

Junco